Lyrics: Tong Xiao

Composed by Xu Dance

Arranged by Xiang Wei

Sung by Indifferent

Then, that day, that year

That beautifully blossomed vow

became a bitterly engraved memory

Flowing through the heart of the hopeful guard

It burned with a flame of youthful bloom

Its burning fire. p>Then, that day, that year

The flame of youthful bloom

It burned with life and faith

But it could not warm the lonely thoughts

We fell in love under the hawthorn tree

In exchange for a single brush of the shoulders in this life

If we could hold hands in the next life

I would sacrifice my life to honor

our Hawthorn Tree Love

Who will renew the fate of the years

My love traveled with you

to another world

Then, that day, that year

The youthful flame

It burned with life and conviction

but it couldn't warm up lonely thoughts

We loved each other under the hawthorn tree

One day, that day, that year

We loved each other under the hawthorn tree

We loved each other under the hawthorn tree.

Only in exchange for a brush with the shoulder in this life

If we can hold each other's hands in the next life

I am willing to sacrifice my life to pay tribute to

Our love under the hawthorn tree

Who will renew our destiny in the years to come

My love travels along with you

To the other world

We fall in love under the hawthorn tree

Only in exchange for a brush with the shoulder in this life

One time in exchange for a brush with the shoulder in this life.

If we can hold each other's hands in the next life

I'm willing to sacrifice my life to honor

Our love at the Hawthorn Tree

Who will renew our destiny in the years to come

My love travels with you

To another world

My love travels with you

To another world

The love at the Hawthorn Tree is the most important part of the story of our life. >"Love at the Hawthorn Tree" Version 2 (Dong Lai Dong Yi)

Lyrics: Chang Zhi Shang

Composer: Kang Zifeng, Dong Lai Dong Yi

Sung by: Dong Lai Dong Yi

Producer: Yap Chin Yin (Malaysia)

Arrangement: Eddie Wei

Guitar: Fei Chai

On a night when the stars are lower than the lights

I'm slowly growing old

I'm slowly growing old. p>I am slowly growing old

Looking at the hawthorn branches waiting to sprout

Counting the spring a little late

The hawthorn tree you once planted for me

Now it's old

It seems to have a trace of you in him

Reciting poems on windy days

I take the flowery glasses you left

To see those yellowed glasses, I'll take a look at the old ones you left behind

I will take a look at the old hawthorn tree, and then I will take a look at the old hawthorn tree.

Looking at the yellowed letters

I found two more dates that belonged to us

And a love that I didn't understand until now

But what to do

Watch another season of blossoms

And a landscape we planted with our own hands

But what to do

The garden is full of memories

And I am also getting closer to you I'm getting closer and closer to you

I'm losing the ability to remember

I can't remember you clearly anymore

I'm right here within your reach

You say that and I believe it

I'm carrying on with the courage that you've left me with

I'm going to remember the dappled memories

I'm looking at the shade of the tree where we met

and turning around to find you grayed out.

What can I do when I turn around and see your graying temples

But what can I do

What can I do when I see another season of flowers

And the landscape that we planted with our own hands

But what can I do

The garden is filled with memories

I'm getting closer and closer to you, too

But what can I do

Another season of flowers

And the landscape that we planted with our own hands

But what can I do?